Just about every morning, my mother wakes up before the sun and heads down the road to a little diner for breakfast. This is likely her only moment of peace and solitude before beginning her day as a junior high teacher, full-time grandma to three of her grandsons, and part-time caretaker of her aging parents.
I’ve accompanied her on this trip before and I can say that coffee and eggs are always more enjoyable when prepared by someone else and eaten to the sounds of the jukebox in the background.
This year for Christmas, my mom went in with us on a big gift for Monkey – his own 50s diner. While we knew he’d have fun playing with all the plastic food and utensils (since it’s just about impossible to keep him out of my kitchen and away from my Pampered Chef goodies) we didn’t realize that he would actually use the diner for meals.
But he does. He’ll ring the little bell on the countertop and shout his order for the morning – “Chocolate milk and toast please!” or “I want bickits! Bickits and sawwsaaage!”- and then plop down with his iPad to catch up on what’s happening in Sodor.
I like to think that in some way, even though they’re hundreds of miles apart, he and his MawMaw are enjoying breakfast together some mornings.
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